*The next morning when Ana had calmed down the doctor released her from her restraints.*
"Get up..", The doctor said, which he could of used a nicer tone.
*Ana sat up in the bed, her greasy, matted, unbrushed hair slid down in front of her face. She rubbed her wrists where the restraints were. She stood up and slowly walked down the hall, her patient gown drug past her knees, her bare feet were cold against the concrete floor as she walked down the hallway. She walked into a room just in front of north wing and sat down next to Melina.*
"No one believes me....", Ana said, her hair still in her face.